The moment Grayson Gordon confirmed where Scarlett was staying, he drove straight over without delay.
At last, he was standing in front of the sister he had been separated from for ages.
Scarlett looked at him as if she had misheard. "Brother?"
Her whole life, she had believed she was nothing more than an abandoned child left at an orphanage.
Keeping his eyes on her, Grayson spoke with steady certainty. "My name is Grayson, from the Gordon family in Mastin. Twenty three years ago, a nanny in our household let greed take over. She wanted her own daughter to live the life that belonged to you, so she switched you at birth and left you at an orphanage. We uncovered the truth last year. Since then, we've been searching for you. Today, we finally found you."
The handle of her suitcase dug into her palm as her fingers tightened.
The Gordon family of Mastin? The one that stood at the very top?
Doubt flickered across her face.
Grayson pulled a pocket watch from his coat and flipped it open. Inside was a small family portrait. "Take a look. This is our mother. You have her face."
Scarlett's eyes settled on the woman in the photo. The resemblance was undeniable, and for a brief moment, her thoughts went blank.
"If you still have doubts," he added gently, "we can run a DNA test."
...
Three hours later, inside a private hospital in Mastin, Grayson handed Scarlett the DNA report. His eyes were red, and his voice had turned hoarse. "Do you believe me now?"
The results left no room for doubt. Their blood matched.
Tears rushed into Scarlett's eyes before she could stop them.
All those years, she hadn't been abandoned by her family.
She had been born into one of the most influential families in the country.
Grayson stood and placed his suit jacket carefully over her shoulders. "Let's go home," he said softly. "Everyone's been waiting for you."
On the way to the Gordon Estate, several black luxury cars followed behind them, forming a procession grand enough to draw attention from anyone who saw it.
Their convoy made its way into a private hillside community where every stretch of land carried a staggering price.
When the gates opened, uniformed staff lined both sides of the driveway. As one, they bowed and called out, "Welcome home, Miss Gordon!"
The car had barely come to a stop when an elegant woman hurried forward and wrapped Scarlett in a tight embrace.
"My child, we've finally found you. This happened because I failed to protect you. You must've suffered so much."
Tears streamed down Gillian Gordon's face as she held her daughter close.
Beside them, Walter Gordon, Scarlett 's father, stood with reddened eyes. His voice trembled as he spoke. "Scarlett, you're home at last."
Inside the living room, her four older brothers waited in a neat row.
Standing closest to her was Bobby Gordon, the second eldest and a leading star in the entertainment world. He looked at her with open affection. "Scarlett, if anyone so much as makes things difficult for you, I'll make sure they can't survive in this industry."
Beside him, Chris Gordon pushed up his gold rimmed glasses. As a renowned surgeon and the third brother, he tried to mask the redness in his eyes. "From now on, your health is my responsibility, Scarlett. I'll personally see to it."
Jackson Gordon, known as one of the best hackers around, watched her with a steady gaze. "I already accessed the Wilson Group's internal system. Just give me a nod, and their stock will crash tomorrow."
At the end of the line stood Matthew Gordon, the youngest, a race car driver with a rebellious streak. His eyes were damp as he clenched his fists. "Just tell me where that Wilson bastard is. I'll handle him myself."
Scarlett took in the sight of all of them.
The scene felt unfamiliar, yet a steady warmth spread through her chest.
Starting today, she wasn't alone.
The following morning, she woke to the soft sound of footsteps. Gillian entered the room carrying a bowl of freshly prepared nutritional food.
"You're up, Scarlett? Good. I made this for you," Gillian said as she sat at the edge of the bed. She lifted a spoonful, blew on it carefully, and brought it toward Scarlett's mouth.
Emotion rose in Scarlett's chest. "Mom, I can eat by myself..."
"No way," her four brothers answered together from the doorway.
Leaning casually against the frame, Grayson folded his arms. "Just do what Mom says."
Bobby stepped forward, glanced at the bowl, and clicked his tongue softly. "You're too weak right now. You need real nutrition."
Their open concern tightened Scarlett's throat.
From that morning on, the family brought in six private nutritionists to handle her recovery. Every dish was planned around her condition, with no detail overlooked.
Her breakfast became a carefully simmered restorative soup designed to rebuild her strength. At noon, premium cuts of imported beef were served at the table. Even in the afternoon, trays of rare herbal infusions and light pastries were set out for her.
Chris took things even further. He turned her bedroom into something close to a clinic just for her, checking her vitals three times a day. He adjusted her recovery plan himself and prepared personalized supplements and restorative meals, making sure the formulas were effective but not overly bitter.
With an easy grin that lit up his striking features, Bobby looked at her and muttered, "Scarlett, once you're fully recovered, we'll make the Wilson family pay for everything they did."